And I was all wrong
Cuz she's not ready to settle down
my twisting stomach is the motion for leaving
hands around her throat not breathing
and i breathe
i always knew you were false (Okay)
Cuz that's all you can say
at least you'll inspire
be not, fade
just as i put out a hit on her
the finger slips away
i bite the wire if black eyes stare too long
Wrong, Wrong, Wrong
All along, she'll play with the sound
You still get around
Satan has a rose on God's playground
i wonder if anyone will be able to tell that i adlibbed off of 2 lines by 2 other bands.
Wrong, Wrong, Wrong makes me think about Depeche, but I don't think that was it.
I really liked the text, I'm into over emotional paranoid situation texts, and this to me is a really cool one. Congrats!